About Sadie

DPOV

So I guess this is it. Out of all the things it could've been, turns out it was a vamp that would finally end me. Sammy is on the ground passed out. The freaking bloodsucker was probably saving him for dessert. God knows that Sam is sweeter than me.

"Hey, can we get a move on here? Chained to the wall is so not my style!" Dean yelled. If he was going to die, he might as well go killing a vampire. The girl emerged from the back room, fangs out and ready to party.

"Getting antsy, Winchester? Okay, you can go down like a man. I'll unchain you-which is a shame, because you look sexy vulnerable- and you can die fighting," she said with a smirk as she unchained him.

"Ah….thank you!" Dean said. Quickly, he twisted around and punched her square in the face. The bitch growled and pinned him to the wall.

"Well, that was a short fight. I think you underestimated me. I have five hundred years of training, and you have no weapons. Guess who's going back to Hell!" she chuckled and leaned it to bite. Shink! Suddenly, the bloodsucker's head was gone and she fell to the ground.

"Are you freaking kidding me? A vampire? Next time I have to save you and Sam's asses, please make it something a little more dangerous, 'kay?" a brunette said with her hands on her hips and a bloody axe in her hand.

"Who are you?" Dean said in astonishment.

"Doesn't matter. Please make it a little longer before I have to show up again. Bye Deano. Tell Sam to protect his blind spot next time." With that, she turned around to leave. Dean reached our and grabbed her shoulder. Without a pause, she grabbed his arm, flipped him, and threw him on the floor. A stiletto placed on his neck, she whispered menacingly, "Don't touch me." She lifted off and walked away.

Three Days Later

"I'm telling you, Sam. She just swooped in and cut its head off. She is either a kick-ass hunter with a hero complex, or she's a demon with an agenda. No normal person could pull that off, and she said next time!" Dean whisper-shouted to Sam in the old diner that they were currently vacating. Sam smirked.

"It sounds to me as if someone has a little crush. Something you need to say, Dean?"

"Definitely not! Don't get me wrong, she was hot, and she saved my life, but the chick seemed like a bitch! Even more than you! Anyway, can we get some service over here?" Dean replied, and then yelled towards the kitchen. Dean looked down at his menu one more time while Sam watched the waitress approach.

"Welcome to Heavensbees, what do ya'll want to drink?" Dean's head snapped up at the familiar voice. There she was: mystery chick.

"You? What are you doing here?" the girl glared and wrote on her order pad. She ripped it off and slammed it down on the table. As she walked away, Sam picked up the note.

"It says: count to ten and follow me towards the bathrooms. I suggest you do it, seeing as last time she handed you your ass on a platter," Sam said with a smile.

"Yeah yeah, wise guy, I'm going."

Dean walked around a wall into a hallway labeled RESTROOMS. There she stood, arms crossed in a defiant position. Before he knew it, Dean was against the wall with a knife at his throat.

"Okay, I can see that you just need some answers, so I will answer some commonly asked questions. Number one, my name is Sadie. Number two, I'm not going to tell you what I am, so you are just going to have to trust that I am a friendly. Number three, you will not be able to find me unless you need my help, or if you call. I'll give you my card in a minute. Now, that is all you need to know about me. You remember Rebecca, the other waitress?" Dean nodded. "Well, she's about to come around the corner. When I pocket the knife, you are going to grab me and kiss me hard. One. Two. Three." Sadie pocketed the knife and Dean pressed his lips to hers hard. Fireworks. He had just forgotten where he was when a low southern drawl interrupted him.

"Sadie, you're still on shift. Do this on your own time!" Sadie broke away first and smiled.

"Whatever you say, boss lady," she turned around and winked at Dean. "I'll have your order right out sir. A breakfast burrito with bacon on the side, and a shortstack for your brother, right? Oh, and two ojs. By the way, here's my card." Sadie handed Dean a plain piece of cardstock with a number carefully written on to it.

"See you around, Deano."

I hope so.